Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1887-03-07

THIS SCENE Is TENDER

remark again:
THIS SCENE Is TENDER
to-day because it is a confessional. Yor
and remember the the time when If ;
man had charged us with anything lik,
imperiectiOn or wrong doing, we would
have thrown ourselves back on our honol
and said: "You don't know who you ar,
talking to. shall resent such an insul,
to my honor and integrity" We do moi
feel that way to-day. As we gaze upor
the sacrifice Of Christ, and think of wha
we have been and what we have done, oui
hearts melt within us. We see one dyins
accursed for our sin, and We hear Him II
His dying words begging for our service
and yet how little service we have rem
deIed. OF this short life we have be
grudged God a fragment Alas, Alas
Some OF us have lived out the most Of our
days, and yet we have rendered to God nc
earnest service. Sad, that we could hav,
so maltreated Him on whom all our hope
depend. Oh, my brethren and sisters il
Christ, to-day join hands with me in ;
confession before Christ! If there be any
place more humble than another, let u:
take it. II there be any prayer more i'm
portuate than another, let Us breathe it.
Ii there be any confession more bitter ~
another, let us now weep it ont hide
well might the sun IN n,
And shut his Ohnighiy Maker died
When ChE'tne creatures SIN.
Ei.8re: This is a tender and absorb
< scene, because
1T Is ANTICIPATIyE.
Ny brethren. we are not always going to
stay here. This is not our home This is
only the vestibule OF the church in which,
at last, we expect to enter. After awhile
our names will be taken of the church
books, or there will be mark in the mar
gin to indicate that we have gone up to a
better church and to higher communion.
Our Father is not going to let His children
remain in the dust. The grave is no place
for us to stay in. THE trumpet shall
sound and the dead shall rise" The
Lord shall descend from heaven with a
shout and the voice of the Archangel, and
we shall rise: The white robe in which
they put us TO our last slumber here must
get whittier. Oh, the reunion of patriarchs,
and apostles, and prophets, and Of all our
glOrifed kindred, and of that great null
titude that no man can number ~ Our
sorrOws over; our journey ended. IL will
be as when kings banquet. And, just as
the snow of winter melts and the fields
will brighten i'll the glorious springtime, so
it will be with all these cold SORROWS Of
earth; they shall be melted away at last
before the warm sunshine of heaven.
10 4 10
morning does il not seem that
HEAVEN CONES VERY NEAR
TO us, as though our friends, whom we
thought Il great way OIL, are not in the
distance but close by? You have some
times come down TO a river at nightiall
and you have been surprised how easily
you could hear voices across that river.
You shouted over TO the other side of the
river, and they shouted back. 1t is said
that, when George Whitcfeld preached in
Third street, Philadelphia, one evening
time, his voice was heard clear across "a
the New Jersey shore. When | was lit
tie while chaplain in the army, | remem'
her how at even-tide we could easily hear
the voices of the pickets across the
Potomac, just when they were using
ordinary tones. And n We come
to-day and stand by the river OF
Jordan that divides US from our friends who
are gone, it seems TO me we stand on one
bank and they stand on the other; and il
is only narrow stream, and our voices gO
and their voices come. Hark! Hush! |
hear distinctly what they say: These are
they who come out Of great tribulation,
and had their robes washed and made
white in the blood of the Lamb" Still
the voices comes across the waters, and
hear: 1--WE hunger no more, we thirst no
more neither shall the sun light on us,
nor any heat, for the Lamb which is in the
midst of the throne leads US 10 living
fountains of waters, and God wipeth away
all fears from our eyesn